Not used to having strangers on the back well I was asked to take somebody on the back of my bike..... stopped of for a coffee (read beer) and we left another 45 minutes later and about 50 miles somebody in the group indicates that I should pull over and asks "where is Davy?" .....ever had that sinking feeling .....45 minutes going back turned into 35 minutes where we find "Davy". He refused to get back on the bike with me saying it was obvious I hated him ....It was a misunderstanding ... mind you he was a diddy ...had hundreds of bikes in his garage just none of them ever seemed to work....
